Peter: Man, I just didn't see this one coming. I mean, every night my mother would leave a plate of cookies and a cup of hot cocoa outside my door. Does that say "Get the hell out" to you?
Robert: Yeah, they send you all these mixed signals. My mom was the same way. With the food, all the meats and the sauces. You're all doped up like a bear in the zoo. You don't want to be there, but you lose the will to escape.

Frank: Those two think their troubles are over. Believe me, you don't want a relative like that living so close to you. You can never get rid of 'em.

Peter: You know something? Enjoy your movie. I'm going back to Mom and Dad's.
Robert: Finally.
Amy: Peter, wait.
Peter: No. I'm walking to the bus station.
Amy: You're never gonna be able to get a bus home tonight.
Peter: Then I'll sleep there overnight. Nobody judges you on the floor of the bus station.
Amy: You can't sleep down there! Robert, please, do something!
Robert: All right! I'll drive him back to Pennsylvania.
Peter: Oh yeah, that's what I need: you, me, and no witnesses.